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At lovers' perjuries, They say, Jove laughs.

WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE. 1564-1616.     _Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 2._

Cruel men are the greatest lovers of mercy; avaricious, of generosity; proud, of humility,--in others.

_Colton._

The violence of love is as much to be dreaded as that of hate. When it is durable, it is serene and equable. Even its famous pains begin only with the ebb of love, for few are indeed lovers, though all would fain be.--_Thoreau._

Maturin M. Ballou     Pearls of Thought

This wasn’t part of the dream. Lovers didn’t do it doggy-style, did they?

Pepper Winters

>Lovers break not hours, / Unless it be to come before their time; / So much they spur their expedition.

_Two Gent. of Ver._, v. 1.

Fool, not to know that love endures no tie, And Jove but laughs at lovers' perjury.

JOHN DRYDEN. 1631-1701.     _Palamon and Arcite. Book ii. Line 758._

What is family? They were the people who claimed you. In good, in bad, in parts or in whole, they were the ones who showed up, who stayed in there, regardless. It wasn't just about blood relations or shared chromosomes, but something wider, bigger. We had many families over time. Our family of origin, the family we created, and the groups you moved through while all of this was happening: friends, lovers, sometimes even strangers. None of them perfect, and we couldn't expect them to be. You can't make any one person your world. The trick was to take what each could give you and build your world from it.

Sarah Dessen

This life is what you make it. No matter what, you're going to mess up sometimes, it's a universal truth. But the good part is you get to decide how you're going to mess it up. Girls will be your friends - they'll act like it anyway. But just remember, some come, some go. The ones that stay with you through everything - they're your true best friends. Don't let go of them. Also remember, sisters make the best friends in the world. As for lovers, well, they'll come and go too. And baby, I hate to say it, most of them - actually pretty much all of them are going to break your heart, but you can't give up because if you give up, you'll never find your soulmate. You'll never find that half who makes you whole and that goes for everything. Just because you fail once, doesn't mean you're gonna fail at everything. Keep trying, hold on, and always, always, always believe in yourself, because if you don't, then who will, sweetie? So keep your head high, keep your chin up, and most importantly, keep smiling, because life's a beautiful thing and there's so much to smile about.

Marilyn Monroe

How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night, / Like softest music to attending ears!

_Rom. and Jul._, ii. 2.

It is the hour when from the boughs The nightingale's high note is heard; It is the hour when lovers' vows Seem sweet in every whisper'd word.

LORD BYRON 1788-1824.     _Parisina. Stanza 1._

_Cornelia._ What flowers are these? _Gazetta._ The pansy this. _Cor._ Oh, that 's for lovers' thoughts.

GEORGE CHAPMAN. 1557-1634.     _All Fools. Act ii. Sc. 1._

Meminerunt omnia amantes=--Lovers remember everything.

_Ovid._

Though they go mad they shall be sane, Though they sink through the sea they shall rise again; Though lovers be lost love shall not; And death shall have no dominion.

Dylan Thomas

Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say aye; / And I will take thy word. Yet if thou swear'st, / Thou may'st prove false; at lovers' perjuries / They say Jove laughs.

_Rom. and Jul._, ii. 2.

Journeys end in lovers' meeting, / Every wise man's son doth know.

_Twelfth Night_, ii. 3.

Fool, not to know that love endures no tie, / And Jove but laughs at lovers' perjury.

_Dryden._

Popular glory is a perfect coquette; her lovers must toil, feel every inquietude, indulge every caprice, and perhaps at last be jilted into the bargain.

_Goldsmith._

With it images are made to the gods; around it divine worship is conducted, of which music is a subservient ornament; by means of it pictures are given to lovers of their beloved; by it the beauties are preserved which time, and nature the mother, render fitful; by it we retain the images of famous men. And if thou wert to say that by committing music to writing you render it eternal, we do the same with letters.

Leonardo da Vinci     Thoughts on Art and Life

The quarrels of lovers are like summer storms. Everything is more beautiful when they have passed.--_Mme. Necker._

Maturin M. Ballou     Pearls of Thought

I hear you reproach, "But delay was best, For their end was a crime." Oh, a crime will do As well, I reply, to serve for a test As a virtue golden through and through, Sufficient to vindicate itself And prove its worth at a moment's view! Let a man contend to the uttermost For his life's set prize, be it what it will! The counter our lovers staked was lost As surely as if it were lawful coin; And the sin I impute to each frustrate ghost Is--the unlit lamp and the ungirt loin, Though the end in sight was a vice, I say.

ROBERT BROWNING. 1812-1890.     _The Statue and the Bust._

Amentium, haud amantium=--Of lunatics, not lovers.

Unknown

True fame is ever likened to our shade, / He sooneth misseth her, that most= (haste) =hath made / To overtake her; whoso takes his wing, / Regardless of her, she'll be following; / Her true proprietie she thus discovers, / Loves her contemners, and contemns her lovers.

_Sir T. Browne._

Ye Gods! annihilate but space and time, And make two lovers happy.

ALEXANDER POPE. 1688-1744.     _Martinus Scriblerus on the Art of Sinking in Poetry. Chap. xi._

>Lovers' time runs faster than the clock.

Proverb.

As former deputy head of the presidential administration, later deputy prime minister and then assistant to the President on foreign affairs, Surkov has directed Russian society like one great reality show. He claps once and a new political party appears. He claps again and creates Nashi, the Russian equivalent of the Hitler Youth, who are trained for street battles with potential prodemocracy supporters and burn books by unpatriotic writers on Red Square. As deputy head of the administration he would meet once a week with the heads of the television channels in his Kremlin office, instructing them on whom to attack and whom to defend, who is allowed on TV and who is banned, how the President is to be presented, and the very language and categories the country thinks and feels in. The Ostankino TV presenters, instructed by Surkov, pluck a theme (oligarchs, America, the Middle East) and speak for twenty minutes, hinting, nudging, winking, insinuating though rarely ever saying anything directly, repeating words like “them” and “the enemy” endlessly until they are imprinted on the mind. They repeat the great mantras of the era: the President is the President of “stability,” the antithesis to the era of “confusion and twilight” in the 1990s. “Stability”—the word is repeated again and again in a myriad seemingly irrelevant contexts until it echoes and tolls like a great bell and seems to mean everything good; anyone who opposes the President is an enemy of the great God of “stability.” “Effective manager,” a term quarried from Western corporate speak, is transmuted into a term to venerate the President as the most “effective manager” of all. “Effective” becomes the raison d’être for everything: Stalin was an “effective manager” who had to make sacrifices for the sake of being “effective.” The words trickle into the streets: “Our relationship is not effective” lovers tell each other when they break up. “Effective,” “stability”: no one can quite define what they actually mean, and as the city transforms and surges, everyone senses things are the very opposite of stable, and certainly nothing is “effective,” but the way Surkov and his puppets use them the words have taken on a life of their own and act like falling axes over anyone who is in any way disloyal.

Peter Pomerantsev

The month of May was come, when every lusty heart beginneth to blossom, and to bring forth fruit; for like as herbs and trees bring forth fruit and flourish in May, in likewise every lusty heart that is in any manner a lover, springeth and flourisheth in lusty deeds. For it giveth unto all lovers courage, that lusty month of May.

Sir Thomas Malory

Perhaps there are no warmer lovers of the muse than those who are only permitted occasionally to gain her favors. The shrine is more reverently approached by the pilgrim from afar than the familiar worshiper. Poetry is often more beloved by one whose daily vocation is amid the bustle of the world. We read of a fountain in Arabia upon whose basin is inscribed, "Drink and away;" but how delicious is that hasty draught, and how long and brightly the thought of its transient refreshment dwells in the memory!--_Tuckerman._

Maturin M. Ballou     Pearls of Thought

Lang syne, in Eden's bonny yaird, / When youthfu' lovers first were pair'd, / And all the soul of love they shared, / The raptured hour, / Sweet on the fragrant flowery swaird, / In shady bower, / Then you, ye auld sneck-drawing= (latch-lifting) =dog, / Ye cam' to Paradise incog, / And play'd on man a cursed brogue, / (Black be your fa') / And gied the infant warld a shog= (shake), / ='Maist ruin'd a'.

_Burns to the Deil._

I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor, and another fig was Ee Gee, the amazing editor, and another fig was Europe and Africa and South America, and another fig was Constantin and Socrates and Attila and a pack of other lovers with queer names and offbeat professions, and another fig was an Olympic lady crew champion, and beyond and above these figs were many more figs I couldn't quite make out. I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.

Sylvia Plath

Those who find difficulties of belief seek an excuse in the unbelief of the Jews. "If it was so clear," say they, "why did not the Jews believe?" And they almost wish the Jews had believed, that they might not be deterred by the example of their refusal. But their very unbelief is the foundation of our faith. We should be much less disposed to believe if they were on our side. We should then have a far more ample pretext. This is the wonderful point, to have made the Jews great lovers of the things foretold, and great enemies of their accomplishment.

Blaise Pascal     The Thoughts of Blaise Pascal

The hawthorn bush, with seats beneath the shade, For talking age and whispering lovers made.

OLIVER GOLDSMITH. 1728-1774.     _The Deserted Village. Line 13._

>Lovers and madmen have such seething brains, / Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend / More than cool reason ever comprehends.

_Mid. Night's Dream_, v. 1.

>Lovers are never tired of each other; they always speak of themselves.

La Rochefoucauld.

Syllogism is of necessary use, even to the lovers of truth, to show them the fallacies that are often concealed in florid, witty, or involved discourses.--_Locke._

Maturin M. Ballou     Pearls of Thought

Journeys end in lovers meeting, Every wise man's son doth know.

WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE. 1564-1616.     _Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 3._

In their first passion women love their lovers, in all the others they love love.

FRANCIS, DUC DE LA ROCHEFOUCAULD. 1613-1680.     _Maxim 471._

For lovers' eyes more sharply sighted be / Than other men's, and in dear love's delight / See more than any other eyes can see.

_Spenser._

Perjuria ridet amantum Jupiter=--Jupiter laughs at the perjuries of lovers.

_Ovid._

We've traveled halfway 'round the world To find ourselves again — September morn — We danced until the night became a brand new day, Two lovers playing scenes from some romantic play — September morning still can make me feel that way.

Neil Diamond

Though lovers be lost love shall not; And death shall have no dominion. DYLAN THOMAS

Julia Cameron

>Lovers are as punctual as the sun.

_Goethe._

Jesus Christ did nothing but teach men that they were lovers of themselves, that they were slaves, blind, sick, miserable, and sinners, that he would deliver them, enlighten, bless, and heal them, that this would be brought about by hatred of self, and by following him through poverty and the death of the cross.

Blaise Pascal     The Thoughts of Blaise Pascal

>Lovers' purses are tied with cobwebs.

Proverb.

What makes lovers never tire of each others' society is that they talk always about themselves.

La Rochefoucauld.

And if thou, O poet, wishest to describe the works of nature by thine unaided art, and dost represent various places and the forms of diverse objects, the painter surpasses thee by an infinite degree of power; but if thou wishest to have recourse to the aid of other sciences, apart from poetry, they are not thy own; for instance, astrology, rhetoric, theology, philosophy, geometry, arithmetic and the like. Thou art not then a poet any longer. Thou transformest thyself, and art no longer that of which we are speaking. Now seest thou not that if thou wishest to go to nature, thou reachest her by the means of science, deduced by others from the effects of nature? And the painter, through himself alone, without the aid of aught appertaining to the various sciences, or by any other means, achieves directly the imitation of the things of nature. By painting, lovers are attracted to the images of the beloved to converse with the depicted semblance. By painting whole populations are led with fervent vows to seek the image of the deities, and not to see the books of poets which represent the same deities in speech; by painting animals are deceived. I once saw a picture which deceived a dog by the image of its master, which the dog greeted with great joy; and likewise I have seen dogs bark at and try to bite painted dogs; and a monkey make a number of antics in front of a painted monkey. I have seen swallows fly and alight on painted {68} iron-works which jut out of the windows of buildings.

Leonardo da Vinci     Thoughts on Art and Life

Divine in hookas, glorious in a pipe When tipp'd with amber, mellow, rich, and ripe; Like other charmers, wooing the caress More dazzlingly when daring in full dress; Yet thy true lovers more admire by far Thy naked beauties--give me a cigar!

LORD BYRON 1788-1824.     _The Island. Canto ii. Stanza 19._

>Lovers= (_Verliebte_) =see only each other in the world, but they forget that the world sees them.

_Platen._

In the smallest cottage there is room enough for two lovers.

_Schiller._

The Greeks adored their gods by the simple compliment of kissing their hands; and the Romans were treated as atheists if they would not perform the same act when they entered a temple. This custom, however, as a religious ceremony, declined with Paganism; but was continued as a salutation by inferiors to their superiors, or as a token of esteem among friends. At present it is only practiced as a mark of obedience from the subject to the sovereign, and by lovers, who are solicitous to preserve this ancient usage in its full power.--_Disraeli._

Maturin M. Ballou     Pearls of Thought

Table talk and lovers’ talk equally elude the grasp; lovers’ talk is clouds, table talk is smoke.

Victor Hugo

His helmet now shall make a hive for bees, And lovers' songs be turned to holy psalms; A man-at-arms must now serve on his knees, And feed on prayers, which are old age's alms.

GEORGE PEELE. 1552-1598.     _Sonnet. Polyhymnia._

It is the nature of extreme self-lovers, as they will set an house on fire, an it were but to roast their eggs.

_Bacon._

How dire is love when one is so tortured; and yet lovers cannot exist without torturing themselves.

_Goethe._

Es bedarf nur einer Kleinigkeit, um zwei Liebende zu unterhalten=--Any trifle is enough to entertain two lovers.

_Goethe._

Her blue eyes sought the west afar, For lovers love the western star.

SIR WALTER SCOTT. 1771-1832.     _Lay of the Last Minstrel. Canto iii. Stanza 24._

Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs; / Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes; / Being vex'd, a sea nourish'd with lovers' tears: / What is it else? A madness most discreet, / A choking gall, and a preserving sweet.

_Rom. and Jul._, i. 1.

I shall defer my visit to Faneuil Hall, the cradle of American liberty, until its doors shall fly open on golden hinges to lovers of Union as well as lovers of liberty.

62._     _Letter, April, 1851._

The law of the table is beauty, a respect to the common soul of the guests. Everything is unreasonable which is private to two or three, or any portion of the company. Tact never violates for a moment this law; never intrudes the orders of the house, the vices of the absent, or a tariff of expenses, or professional privacies; as we say, we never "talk shop" before company. Lovers abstain from caresses, and haters from insults, while they sit in one parlor with common friends.--_Emerson._

Maturin M. Ballou     Pearls of Thought

Is not old wine wholesomest, old pippins toothsomest, old wood burns brightest, old linen wash whitest? Old soldiers, sweetheart, are surest, and old lovers are soundest.

JOHN WEBSTER. ---- -1638.     _Westward Hoe. Act ii. Sc. 2._

My spirit to yours dear brother, Do not mind because many sounding your name do not understand you, I do not sound your name, but I understand you, I specify you with joy O my comrade to salute you, and to salute those who are with you, before and since, and those to come also, That we all labor together transmitting the same charge and succession, We few equals indifferent of lands, indifferent of times, We, enclosers of all continents, all castes, allowers of all theologies, Compassionaters, perceivers, rapport of men, We walk silent among disputes and assertions, but reject not the disputers nor any thing that is asserted, We hear the bawling and din, we are reach'd at by divisions, jealousies, recriminations on every side, They close peremptorily upon us to surround us, my comrade, Yet we walk unheld, free, the whole earth over, journeying up and down till we make our ineffaceable mark upon time and the diverse eras, Till we saturate time and eras, that the men and women of races, ages to come, may prove brethren and lovers as we are.

Walt Whitman in "To Him Who Was Crucified" in Leaves of Grass (for Good Friday 2010, in both Western and Eastern Orthodox calculations

But love is blind, and lovers cannot see The pretty follies that themselves commit.

WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE. 1564-1616.     _The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 6._

All lovers swear more performance than they are able, and yet reserve an ability that they never perform; vowing more than the perfection of ten, and discharging less than the tenth part of one.

WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE. 1564-1616.     _Troilus and Cressida. Act iii. Sc. 2._

Ein Schauspiel fur Gotter, / Zwei Liebende zu sehn!=--To witness two lovers is a spectacle for gods.

_Goethe._

Organic laws can only be serviceable to, and, in general, will only be written by, a public of honourable citizens, loyal to their state and faithful to each other.= _Ruskin._ [Greek: orge philounton oligon ischyei chronon]--The anger of lovers does not last long.

_Menander._

How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night, Like softest music to attending ears!

WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE. 1564-1616.     _Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 2._

No man — prince, peasant, pope, — has all the light, who says else is a mountebank. I claim no private lien on truth, only a liberty to seek it, prove it in debate, and to be wrong a thousand times to reach a single rightness. It is that liberty they fear. They want us to be driven to God like sheep, not running to him like lovers, shouting joy!

Morris West

There are few efforts more conducive to humility than that of the translator trying to communicate an incommunicable beauty. Yet, unless we do try, something unique and never surpassed will cease to exist except in the libraries of a few inquisitive book lovers.

Edith Hamilton

And upon all that are lovers of virtue, and dare trust in his Providence, and be quiet and go a-angling.

IZAAK WALTON. 1593-1683.     _The Complete Angler. Part i. Chap. 21._

I went down to the sacred store Where I'd heard the music years before But the man there said the music wouldn't play And in the streets the children screamed The lovers cried and the poets dreamed But not a word was spoken The church bells all were broken And the three men I admire most The Father, Son and Holy Ghost They caught the last train for the coast The Day the Music Died.

Don McLean

There are four varieties in society; the lovers, the ambitious, observers, and fools. The fools are the happiest.--_Taine._

Maturin M. Ballou     Pearls of Thought

Romans, countrymen, and lovers! hear me for my cause, and be silent that you may hear.

WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE. 1564-1616.     _Julius C?sar. Act iii. Sc. 2._

>Lovers are never tired of each other, though they always speak of themselves.

FRANCIS, DUC DE LA ROCHEFOUCAULD. 1613-1680.     _Maxim 312._

Love is blind, and lovers cannot see the pretty follies that themselves commit.

_Mer. of Ven._, ii. 6.

Amantium ir? amoris redintegratio est=--The quarrels of lovers bring about a renewal of love.

Terence.

The quarrels of lovers are the renewal of love.

TERENCE. 185-159 B. C.     _Andria. Act iii. Sc. 3, 23._ (_555._)

The anger of lovers renews the strength of love.

PUBLIUS SYRUS. 42 B. C.     _Maxim 24._

Marvin the Nature Lover spied a grasshopper hopping along in the grass,

and in a mood for communing with nature, rare even among full-fledged

Nature Lovers, he spoke to the grasshopper, saying: "Hello, friend

grasshopper.  Did you know they've named a drink after you?"

    "Really?" replied the grasshopper, obviously pleased.  "They've

named a drink Fred?"

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curtation, n.:

    The enforced compression of a string in the fixed-length field

environment.

    The problem of fitting extremely variable-length strings such as names,

addresses, and item descriptions into fixed-length records is no trivial

matter.  Neglect of the subtle art of curtation has probably alienated more

people than any other aspect of data processing.  You order Mozart's "Don

Giovanni" from your record club, and they invoice you $24.95 for MOZ DONG.

The witless mapping of the sublime onto the ridiculous!  Equally puzzling is

the curtation that produces the same eight characters, THE BEST, whether you

order "The Best of Wagner", "The Best of Schubert", or "The Best of the Turds".

Similarly, wine lovers buying from computerized wineries twirl their glasses,

check their delivery notes, and inform their friends, "A rather innocent,

possibly overtruncated CAB SAUV 69 TAL."  The squeezing of fruit into 10

columns has yielded such memorable obscenities as COX OR PIP.  The examples

cited are real, and the curtational methodology which produced them is still

with us.

MOZ DONG n.

    Curtation of Don Giovanni by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart and Lorenzo da

Ponte, as performed by the computerized billing ensemble of the Internat'l

Preview Society, Great Neck (sic), N.Y.

        -- Stan Kelly-Bootle, "The Devil's DP Dictionary"

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"Speak, thou vast and venerable head," muttered Ahab, "which, though

ungarnished with a beard, yet here and there lookest hoary with mosses; speak,

mighty head, and tell us the secret thing that is in thee.  Of all divers,

thou has dived the deepest.  That head upon which the upper sun now gleams has

moved amid the world's foundations.  Where unrecorded names and navies rust,

and untold hopes and anchors rot; where in her murderous hold this frigate

earth is ballasted with bones of millions of the drowned; there, in that awful

water-land, there was thy most familiar home.  Thou hast been where bell or

diver never went; has slept by many a sailer's side, where sleepless mothers

would give their lives to lay them down.  Thou saw'st the locked lovers when

leaping from their flaming ship; heart to heart they sank beneath the exulting

wave; true to each other, when heaven seemed false to them.  Thou saw'st the

murdered mate when tossed by pirates from the midnight deck; for hours he fell

into the deeper midnight of the insatiate maw; and his murderers still sailed

on unharmed -- while swift lightnings shivered the neighboring ship that would

have borne a righteous husband to outstretched, longing arms.  O head! thou has

seen enough to split the planets and make an infidel of Abraham, and not one

syllable is thine!"

        -- H. Melville, "Moby Dick"

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Down to the Banana Republics,

Down to the tropical sun.

Go the expatriated Americans,

Hoping to find some fun.

Some of them go for the sailing,

Caught by the lure of the sea.

Trying to find what is ailing,

Living in the land of the free.

Some of them are running from lovers,

Leaving no forward address.

Some of them are running tons of ganja,

Some are running from the IRS.

Late at night you will find them,

In the cheap hotels and bars.

Hustling the senoritas,

While they dance beneath the stars.

        -- Jimmy Buffet, "Banana Republics"

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Breathe deep the gathering gloom.

Watch lights fade from every room.

Bed-sitter people look back and lament;

another day's useless energies spent.

Impassioned lovers wrestle as one.

Lonely man cries for love and has none.

New mother picks up and suckles her son.

Senior citizens wish they were young.

Cold-hearted orb that rules the night;

Removes the colors from our sight.

Red is grey and yellow white.

But we decide which is real, and which is an illusion."

        -- The Moody Blues, "Days of Future Passed"

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It might be worth reflecting that this group was originally created

back in September of 1987 and has exchanged over 1200 messages.  The

original announcement for the group called for an all inclusive

discussion ranging from the writings of Gibson and Vinge and movies

like Bladerunner to real world things like Brands' description of the

work being done at the MIT Media Lab.  It was meant as a haven for

people with vision of this scope.  If you want to create a haven for

people with narrower visions, feel free.  But I feel sad for anyone

who thinks that alt.cyberpunk is such a monstrous group that it is in

dire need of being subdivided.  Heaven help them if they ever start

reading comp.arch or rec.arts.sf-lovers.

        -- Bob Webber

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